Gothmog: Release the prisoners! Orc Lieutenant 1: Catapults! [the catapults fling dozens of severed heads into the city]
The Old Man: Old Detroit has a cancer. The cancer is crime, and it must be cut out before we employ the two million workers that will breathe life into this city again.
[from trailer] Ralph: Welcome, Mrs. P.L. Travers, to the city of angels. P.L. Travers: It smells... of... Ralph: Jasmine? P.L. Travers: Chlorine, and sweat.
Marv: That's the thing with dames, sometimes all they gotta do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd know.
Cardinal Roark: Kevin? Is that you? Marv: [holding up Kevin's severed head] What's left of him, anyway. The dog ate the rest.
Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart? Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.
Becky: [after Jackie Boy pulls a gun on her] Oh, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.
Marv: [Driving while grinding a man's face against the pavement] I don't know about you, but I'm havin' a ball.
Yellow Bastard: [raises knife] Here it comes, it's gonna hurt. John Hartigan: You're right about that. [stabs him] John Hartigan: Sucker.
Yellow Bastard: [referring to 19-year-old Nancy] A little old for my taste, but I can forgive that just this once!
Marv: I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
John Hartigan: [beating the Yellow Bastard's head in] After a while all I'm doing is punching wet chips of bone into the floorboards. So I stop.
Marv: [Narrating, watching Kevin go downstairs] Heading down for a midnight snack... and I can guess what kind.
Dwight: He's got the drop on her! Gail: He's got squat! He's dead. He's just too damn dumb to know it.
Cardinal Roark: What the hell do you know... Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.
Marv: Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke, but God knows why. With that body of hers she could have any man she wants.
Emma Horton: Some people say Des Moines is the best city in Iowa.
Popescue: That's a nice girl, that. But she ought to go careful in Vienna. Everybody ought to go careful in a city like this.
Terry: You know this city's full of hawks? That's a fact. They hang around on the top of the big hotels. And they spot a pigeon in the park. Right down on him.
I think they got caught up in how much money they could get from each of the city governments as far as tax rebates. But that stuff works when you make money. It's a little bit phantom money.
In modern society, where most people live in cities, and where both needs and wishes are absolved through the same remote agency - money - the distinction between wishes and needs has altogether vanished.
